Memoir as a Flower Arrangement
In the early days of our marriage—before kids, before I was a serious writer—my husband invented a little game he called the Flower Challenge.
The goal was for me to make floral arrangements out of 20 or so mismatched flowers he’d plucked from the dregs of the florists’ discount buckets near his downtown office. These were the flowers that didn’t get sold during the week, the
